Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Scion,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.